I've fallen off the bandwagon

When I first started this blog I had intended it to chronicle my weight loss journey. Well, as we can see that didn't work out to well. I get distracted easily and wind up giving up shortly after. My dad has a saying in Italian that goes "A durare da Natale a Santo Stefano". Translated it means "It's going to last from Christmas to St.Stephens day" which happens to be the next day. I always end up loosing my will power after a month. I'm trying to change that because this summer I'm going to Italy, and most don't have a social filter. I also want to do it for myself. I want to be healthy and to feel good in my own skin. For to long I've thought about what others will say about me, but now it's time for how I feel about myself. No more fearing people. I'm going to be myself and if people like me then good...if they don't? Well that's their damn problem, not mine!

So as of now I promise to try my hardest and not to give up. I'll give a weekly update for how it's going (Hopefully). I'm also going to try and resurrect this blog, along with my livejournal one and resume my pinks spamming at ASA.

Also my hometown team, US Citta Di Palermo, just bought a new bb Ondrej Celustka. He will now be called Andrea Chayluska, because the coach can't say Ondrej...which is basically Andre with an "O". Also he wore a detroit hoodie on presentation day. MAJOR BROWNIE POINTS TO YOU BB Ondrej! (I feel like I'm saying OJ when I write it out the normal way.) that's him right there -->

Anyways it's late and I have something called school tomorrow. Peace out.

My Spring Break has been productively unproductive

Do you ask why has my spring break been productively unproductive? Because I've been home for a week and haven't done a damn thing worth mentioning in my "What I did over Spring Break" essay. My essay, if I had to write one, would consist of I sat around the house being a lazy a**, going to bed at 3:00 AM, waking up at 10:30-11:00 AM and starting the cycle over again with naps between waking up and going to sleep. At least I know it wouldn't bore anyone...it would be to short to!

If you haven't been living under a rock, then you might have heard that Ashton Kutcher was in a race to beat CNNbrk to a million followers on twitter. It took the twitosphere by storm over the last few days, and for a while it looked like CNN would beat Ashton...but the interneters and their love for everything being accessible and at their fingertips pervailed and we got Kutcher to a million before CNN!


TAKE THAT CNN!!!! Thinking you could pull a fast one on us using your broadcast to sway followers! *sticks tongue out* The twitterverse prevailed!!!

Now I'm tired and want Ice Tea but my mom is being a meanie and telling me no, since I can't drive I'm stuck :( BOOO On driving laws!

Peace out talk soon!

Wordless Wednesday

I cannot get this blasted song out of my freaking head. I heard it once on San Remo tonight and since then I want to pull my hair out, it's like a broken record repeating it's self over and over again. AGGGHHHH! HELP!



Dang you povia and your catchy song.

Quite Possibly the biggest day ever...

Tomorrow is the final Derby della Madonnina of the 08/09 season. For those of you who don't know what the Derby della Madonnina is it's my favorite soccer team, AC Milan last chance at remaining in the italian soccer leagues title race. They will be playing their city rival, I spit at them, Inter. I haven't been this emotionally confused since the Kakagate (I really love that word) of January 2009. What a horrible few days that was, but I've already touched on that a few times so I will no longer bring it up.











I'm showing where my loyalty lies and clearly that with the red and black.

Yesterday at school while trying to avoid listening to the virtual teacher lecture about geometry I started chatting with one of then actual teacher in the classroom. I'm not particularly fond of this one but hey anything to break free from that virtual pain in butt. She comes up with the smart line "Well we don't want you hate geometry, so if you need a break switch classes for a bit." I laugh and reply, "to late that class is like my personal boogie man, I hate it and I hate math all together."

I think I might have offended her just a tad, you know being that she is a math teacher. Ahh, hell another reason for her to hate me; well at least I still have Shawn to annoy. I am utterly embarrassed that I had to log onto the schools website to find out what the correct spelling of his name is. Even after all those enthralling conversations we've had about GH and GHI.

I figure with how fast I'm working I should be done with that stupid class within the next few days, to bad we have vacation this week. I think this is the only time I've actually wished for school to not be closed. In part because my dad has been a real pest lately and also because I could be using this valuable time, that I'll be spending doing nothing finishing that stupid class. It's like a never ending damn circle, or my mom trying to make her way around a round a bout which is also like a never ending circle. I swear I hope she never has to navigate one of those without me, because she'd probably continue driving around and around and around, until someone showed her how to get off.

All this talk about geometry and driving in a circle is making me tired, or it could be the fact that it's 1:51 here. Anyways I've got my yellow submarines on tomorrow at 11:00 so it's time for me to get the hell out.

Peace out

Ha! Ha! Ha!

This has got to be the best thing I have ever had the pleasure of reading:

"The UEFA chief has stuck the boot into English football once more, declaring that the Citizens could be axed from European competition if they keep launching mega-money bids for the world's top players..."

Now I'll get onto the reason why that above quote makes me happier than a pig in mud. Over the past month, in the real footballing world there was a transfer window. During said transfer window Manchester City, decided to send all of AC Milan's fans into a tizzy by offering a record transfer fee for this guy:

His name? His name is Ricardo Izecson Dos Santos Leite; otherwise know as Ricky Kaka or just plain Kaka. You see what City didn't take into account was the fans love for our beloved Ricky.

In the end after a few very tense and sleepless nights on my end, City were told to take a long walk off a short pier and that our Bambino D'Oro would be staying where he belongs. That is the reason that I am getting so much joy out of the above quote.

What did they think that they would be able to waltz into Milan and take him, without any repercussions? Well boy were they wrong. The news of his possible departure sent everyone into hysteria and the fans organized protest and banners and sang to the guy for hours underneath his window, to the point that they scared his precious 7-month-old son.It makes me happy because out of this whole thing not only did they not get rickito mio, but now they could possibly be kicked out of European competition.

Karma's a bitch baby!

Thanks A Freaking Lot Davide Di Gennaro

Davide Di Gennaro, a previous Milan baby, scored Reggina's loan goal a mere hour or so ago. I hope they took notice how productive our babies can be and are kicking themselves in the culo (butt) for letting him go on a co-ownership deal. He makes me want to cry, with pride and in agonny. I wonder what the sensation is for him knowing that he scored not only against the club that he came up the ranks with, but that he possibly ended our Scudetto dreams. It also doesn't help me at all that he's da*n hot. Dang it Di Gennaro why do you have to toy with me like that?

I now have to turn my attention from hoping that Milan would have won today, to hoping that Juve fall on their butts tomorrow; when they travel to play Catania. At least we managed a point, which is pretty sad considering we were playing at home.

I hope my Villarreal boys tomorrow don't disappoint me as much tomorrow.

Oh and GOOOOO URUGUAY U-20!!!!!!!! They are playing Venezuela tomorrow and I have a little Uruguayan that I hold near and dear to me

Sicky Sick

I'm sure that from the title alone you can conquer that I am ill. I have been very lucky as of late, since finding out that I'm allergic to everything under the sun, that I haven't gotten sick. But this time I just couldn't stand up to it, and it took me down hard. Luckily, I just got sick so I didn't have to miss very much school. Gasp! Someone that likes to go to school. Well, no not really but when your dad is as annoying as mine and is home 24/7 without a job you like going to school, just for the sole purpose of getting away from him for a few hours.

Now on to the guy in the picture down below:

















This guy my friends, is The Gennaro Ivan "Rino" Gattuso. Scares the crap out of you don't he? He's a puppy dog really though, he's become Milan's personal cheerleader as of late due to an unfortunate injury. The doctors claim he'll be out for six months he says three. I say the doctors don't know what they are doing, I mean it took 17 years to figure out that I was allergic to the stuff I was eating? Come on now, what'd you do all those years in medical school? Anyways where was I going with this? Oh, yeah Rino mio's injury. This guy has more heart and soul than one could wish to have and I can't wait for him to come back.

There was a qoute by the azzurri (Italian national team) coach about Gattuso and his injury and it goes something like this: "When a player is injured and it takes them a month to return, Gattuso takes fifteen days." That has to be the best quote ever and if you can't see the guys commitment to the sport then you are blind.

Anyways it's late, I'm tired and frankly no one will probably read this...so I'm cutting it short.